Time to visit Perth, where the skies go on forever, the pace is a little slower and the hangover of mineral millionaire taste-making is still evident on the walls. Once you banish that rendered peach, tuscan terracotta and cleansed her up a bit, this little casa looking over the Swan River (and across the road from the Applecross Tennis Club – itself a little unassuming Mid-Century watering hole to savour at sundown) would truly shine once more. Perhaps in deference to the cashed-up culture (and just keep a little decadence alive) we’d wouldn’t say no to a pool in that sweeping front yard. Whatever grabs your fancy.